tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7008005849066365312..comments2015-03-31T08:42:38.610-07:00Comments on TOM CLARK: "power lines / stretching..."Zephirinenoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9619635278918999972011-12-31T05:44:17.918-08:002011-12-31T05:44:17.918-08:00I read Aditya&#39;s &quot;upside down&quot; commen...I read Aditya&#39;s &quot;upside down&quot; comment during a sort of &quot;upside down&quot; passage from Pennsylvania to New York yesterday. Very, very interesting. CurtisACravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-5733559020009553642011-12-31T00:54:09.887-08:002011-12-31T00:54:09.887-08:00Someone thinks this poem, like the world itself, p...Someone thinks this poem, like the world itself, perhaps looks better upside down.<br /><br />(Never quite sure any more which end is up.)TChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-13631986575471047232011-12-30T08:51:43.480-08:002011-12-30T08:51:43.480-08:00Reading it upside down is a poem too I just realiz...Reading it upside down is a poem too I just realized.<br /><br />frosted distance<br /><br />stretching into white-grey<br /><br />power lines<br /><br />fog, winter colors<br /><br />a field, in the mindadityahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-90287280397931116932011-12-30T06:28:35.738-08:002011-12-30T06:28:35.738-08:00Curtis,
This was yet another fixture in my relent...Curtis,<br /><br />This was yet another fixture in my relentless festive programme.<br /><br />It&#39;s photos like these that send me into gloomy raptures and doubtless also serve to further justify this site&#39;s reputation as a sputtering fount of gelid good cheer. <br /><br />The EverReady bunny took a wrong turn at the Playboy mansion and ended up in the cemetery (and associated buildings)?TChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89802882440741359742011-12-30T03:03:37.968-08:002011-12-30T03:03:37.968-08:00So much poetry in one post -- I&#39;m now energize...So much poetry in one post -- I&#39;m now energized for the day ahead. CurtisACravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72935178550386024832011-12-30T02:13:37.607-08:002011-12-30T02:13:37.607-08:00&quot;a field, in the mind
fog. . .&quot;
(The c...&quot;a field, in the mind<br /><br />fog. . .&quot;<br /><br />(The cemetery and associated buildings to the left)<br /><br />position, certain this time<br />of making “a failure”<br /><br />pausing, resting, underneath the buzzing wires<br /><br />trying to breath normally<br /><br />icy self<br /><br />picture of what<br />the mind &quot;sees&quot; when it has no energy left? <br /><br />Yay, verily, all this encompasses it.<br /><br />(Rain dribbling in the drainspouts, 2:13 a.m.)TChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53528946579789651442011-12-29T23:44:37.903-08:002011-12-29T23:44:37.903-08:00Perhaps a powerful picture of what
the mind &quot;...Perhaps a powerful picture of what<br />the mind &quot;sees&quot; when it has no energy left?vazambamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57562698800013061762011-12-29T17:51:44.012-08:002011-12-29T17:51:44.012-08:00There is a bench there between the black trunks fo...There is a bench there between the black trunks for pausing, resting, underneath the buzzing wires. Whiz above, movement, endless. Beneath--crunch crunch, slide, dusty ice, small pebbles, tight boots, shoes, scarves, hats, gloves. Sweating, trying to breath normally.<br /><br /><br />Germany<br /><br />Pushed a small cart in the small store (Lidl) in the small town<br />down the cobblestone streets <br />along the castle wall<br />my icy self rushed past<br />down the steps<br />to the lake.Susan Kay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-77922531822569123442011-12-29T10:52:57.263-08:002011-12-29T10:52:57.263-08:00Tom,
&quot;a field, in the mind
fog. . .&quot;
...Tom,<br /><br />&quot;a field, in the mind<br /><br />fog. . .&quot;<br /><br />(The cemetery and associated buildings to the left)<br /><br />12.29<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />ridge, black shape of black pine branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> position, certain this time<br /> of making “a failure”<br /><br /> is not at all that was then,<br /> which follows, rather<br /><br />blinding orange edge of sun above ridge,<br />white cloud in pale blue sky on horizonSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com